Special Agent Calvin ushered me in into a long clear plastic tunnel leading
into Ices cell.
"I'll go alone," I insisted to Calvin as he tried to follow me. He tiled his head and frowned, but stepped back. I stepped in the flexible tunnel and heard a whoosh as it sealed off behind me. I looked back to Calvin who was still frowning disapprovingly at me.
I walked down it, looking at the pores in the plastic. I guess that is where knock out gas comes in incase Ice tries to escape. I finally came to where the tunnel met a large metal door. I bent down to a small metal machine that was attached to the door instead of a doorknob. A stream of bright blue light scanned my eye. The door clicked open as my identity was confirmed.
I gasped at the hot air of the room blasted my face as the door opened. I gagged as the boiling hot air tied to suffocate me. I stepped into Ices small cell. It was completely empty except for a toilet and a small brown cot in the corner. And there sat Ice, wearing a one piece bright orange prison suit. He sat on the bed with one leg arched to his chest as he unconcernedly drummed his fingers on the wall. He just looked.... board. He looked up to me and a soft smile spread on his charming face. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why did you call me here?!?!" I cried out in frustration at his calmness.
"Ice can't remember." He said grinning. I made a sound of frustration, and blinked tying to get the heat from my eyes.
"I suppose you're not much of an "Ice" anymore are you?"
"Non," he replied sadly. He held out his hand and instead of Ice forming, water trickled down his fingers.
"I think I'll call you Melted now," I tried to sneer; I was starting to feel lightheaded. I started to sway dangerously and put my arm out to keep from falling. Ice unarched his leg and scooted over on his bed.
"You b' needin' t' sit down?" he asked gesturing to the empty space on his cot. I wasn't sure if he was really concerned, or just wanted to get in my pants.
"Not on your life." I instead sat down on the hard cement floor, which was just as hot as the air around me. Ice stretched out over his bed and moved to the edge, propping his head up with one hand. He gazed at me for some time.
"You b' really stupid, little girl." I glared at him, but couldn't help but wonder what he meant.
"How long d' you tink dat dis will last?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked suspiciously.
"De Teen Titans. I mean, sure its been fun, but it cant b' de rest of your life." He bent his head over the side of the bed, close to mine.
"What do you do, when dere b' no more bad guy? When de city don b' needin saving anymore?" I was stunned. I had never thought of this before. My face fell, lighting Ices fire to continue.
"Ice used t' have de same problem," he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. "Ice's fater was a good man, a criminal, but he loved Ice. My moter was different. He hated Ice. Den, one day; a rival gang shot my fater. When he b' gone, Ice had non reason to stay, so Icy run at age turteen."
My eyes widened, tying to imagine being on my own at thirteen, but refused to let Ice see my concern.
"Ice would have died on his own, but my faters gang took Ice in, taut Ice everting he know. Den Ice move to America, making a few stops on de way." He smiled, remembering back to all crimes he had committed. Then his face turned serious, he tuned his head to look at me.
"Dere b' a time," he whispered softly, "When de alien girls go home t' deir planets. When de metal man and de green go t' dere families. Even de wonder boy has a place t' return t'." He reached out and stroked my cheek with his index finger. I glanced to the ground, feeling sick from reality.
"Where d' you go? You have non home." He leaned over farther; so close our lips were brushing slightly.
"I can offer you dat Naomi." I pulled back in surprise. He had never called me Naomi before. I had always been little girl or Cher, but he had never called me by my name before. My stomach sank as I realized he was serious about me.
"I don't know," I whispered as I rose to my feet and sat next to him on the bed. I felt the bed shift as he squirmed up beside me.
"You could move t' nother city," he said softly, "But den what happen when your new friends leave for deir homes as well?" I felt his warm breath in my ear. "You and I... we don' have homes. And I will always b' dere for you when de world turn its back on you." I felt him nibble on my ear lobe. I turned my head to tell him off, but his lips enclosed mine before I could say a word.
I won't lie, I felt nice to be kissed, especial when I was feeling so bad. Then the next thing I knew, I had halve of Ices body on top of mine, just kissing me. My eyes flew open and I tried to push him off, but he was way to into what he was doing to notice. I managed to wrestle my lips away from his for a split second.
"Get off!!"
Ice stopped and stared at me, utterly bewildered.
"Get off?" he repeated confusedly, as if he had never heard those to word together before. I caused vines to sprout from the ceiling and wrap around his arms, yanking him off me. I rolled off the bed and landed with a thump on the floor. I scrambled to me feet.
"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Me. Again," I hissed one word at a time. The look of bewilderment on Ices face was replaced with hurt as I stormed out of the cell.
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I rolled over and stared up at my dark ceiling. Star and Raven had long since gone to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my digital clock. The neon red numbers shown 2:47 in the morning. I sighed and rolled out of bed and walked to my window and looked out the window.
The full moon shown over the dark blue water. The ripples in the pure blue water collected the silvery light from the moon. What would I do when I could no longer look out over these waters? Were would I go when my friends were only memories? When the tower was no longer my home?
I looked past the water to the city. They won't always need me. I need them more than they need me. I tore my gaze from the window and leaned on my wall and shut my eyes. I wanted comfort. Not from Star or Raven, who would just make up excused in attempt to make me feel better. I wanted someone who would tell me the truth. I wanted...
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"And please turn off the security cameras." I commanded Agent Calvin. He sighed disapprovingly at me, but obeyed me. I thanked him and traveled down the tunnel to Ices cell. I felt once again the hot air greet me as I pushed into his dark prison cell.
I shut the door behind me softly, so I wouldn't wake him up. I looked to the cot where Ice laid sleeping.
He had unzipped his orange prison uniform halve way, and folded it down so his naked upper halve was free of it. I tried imagining sleeping in the boiling hell. I took a few cautious steps closer.
He was lying on his stomach with his arms stretched above his head, which was tilted to the side. I just stood there, watching him sleep, not wanting to wake him. But even unconscious, he could sense my presents. He slowly his eyes and blinked sleepily. His eyes focused on me and he smiled sadly.
"Icy tought dat he was dreaming but non, peu d'ange really b' here." He rolled on to his back with his arms still above his head and he yawned. "What b' de reason you come t' visit Ice?" I dropped to my knees and rested my chin on the edge of his bed.
"Can't sleep." I said simply. He sighed and scooted over to make room on his bed for me. With out really thinking about it, I climbed into his bed.
He lay on his side with his arms open. I lay down and sank into his embrace. I let my body conform to the curve of his chest. He wrapped one arm over my waist and let his index finger trace small circles around my belly button.
"Why can't you sleep cheer?"
"I don't know... just been thinking about what you said."
"Dats what you get for tinking." I let a small smile penetrate my face, but Ice couldn't see it. But he must have sensed it because he tightened his protective grip around me.
"I've just..." I suddenly rolled over to face him, "I don't know."
"You b' scared little girl." Ice said simply. I couldn't look him in the eye. He lifted his arm away from me and lifted up my chin with one finger. He finally coxed me to look him in his eyes.
"Naomi?" he whispered. He only called my by my name when he was really serious about something.
"Yes Giovanni?" he smiled at the sound of his name.
"I will always b' dere t' take care of you, love." Then something clicked in my brain. I pushed myself out of his embrace. I fell out of the bed and landed on my butt, with a thoughtful expression on my face.
"Cher?" Ice asked with a smile, I must have looked pretty funny sitting on the ground like that.
"Wait," I said. I looked up to him, "I don't need you at all." His expression changed to pain.
"What?" he asked weakly. I stood up and smoothed out my skirt.
"Why am I so worried?" I asked myself out loud, "I can take care of myself. It's no big. Ice stood up wide-eyed, his uniform slipping down a little farther than it should have in the presents of a girl.
"Naomi," he begged, "We-"
"There is no 'we'." He shook his head and mouthed the word 'no' to me.
"You" I said pointing to him, "Are a criminal. I am the opposite. I catch criminals."
"Giovanni can change! I swear! I .... I can."
"No, you cant, you are what you are. You will always be the enemy. You will always be in here, and I will always be out there."
He had this expression one his face I had never seen before; I could practically hear his heart ripping in two. I don't know why I was being so mean to him.
Think I need to. I had to convince myself that I hated him.
"Au revoir Giovanni," I said as I turned to leave.
"No! You cant..." he reached out to grab my arm, but I slammed the door behind me. I could hear his cries of anguish in the other side of the door. I stopped and looked to the barricade between us.
I lifted my hand and pressed it to it. It was so simply. All I had to do is open the door. Then I could be with him.
I'd be able to touch and kiss him, as he would stroke my back. I could run my hands through his dark hair as his tongue could explore mine. I'd be able to look into his gray eyes and cause him something other than pain.
Suddenly a picture of Beastboy popped into my brain. I shut my eyes. If it were the other way around, if it was I locked up in there, Ice wouldn't even have to think about. He wouldn't hesitate to come to me. I slipped my hand off the door.
"I cant do it Ice," I whispered, "I'm not like you. I have obligations." I exhaled roughly as I listened to Ice moan painfully in French behind the door. He moaned my name over and over.
My heart gave a painful squeeze as I listened to his cries. I couldn't. I just couldn't. If I did, people would find out. The Titans would be over. It could ruin everything for my friends.
So I just... left.
StArRy- well, now you know why it is under the category of drama. The next chapter will be funnier so be prepared. Sorry it took my so fucking long to update. I've been super busy all week, but this weekend I'm going to post a ton of chappies.
"I'll go alone," I insisted to Calvin as he tried to follow me. He tiled his head and frowned, but stepped back. I stepped in the flexible tunnel and heard a whoosh as it sealed off behind me. I looked back to Calvin who was still frowning disapprovingly at me.
I walked down it, looking at the pores in the plastic. I guess that is where knock out gas comes in incase Ice tries to escape. I finally came to where the tunnel met a large metal door. I bent down to a small metal machine that was attached to the door instead of a doorknob. A stream of bright blue light scanned my eye. The door clicked open as my identity was confirmed.
I gasped at the hot air of the room blasted my face as the door opened. I gagged as the boiling hot air tied to suffocate me. I stepped into Ices small cell. It was completely empty except for a toilet and a small brown cot in the corner. And there sat Ice, wearing a one piece bright orange prison suit. He sat on the bed with one leg arched to his chest as he unconcernedly drummed his fingers on the wall. He just looked.... board. He looked up to me and a soft smile spread on his charming face. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why did you call me here?!?!" I cried out in frustration at his calmness.
"Ice can't remember." He said grinning. I made a sound of frustration, and blinked tying to get the heat from my eyes.
"I suppose you're not much of an "Ice" anymore are you?"
"Non," he replied sadly. He held out his hand and instead of Ice forming, water trickled down his fingers.
"I think I'll call you Melted now," I tried to sneer; I was starting to feel lightheaded. I started to sway dangerously and put my arm out to keep from falling. Ice unarched his leg and scooted over on his bed.
"You b' needin' t' sit down?" he asked gesturing to the empty space on his cot. I wasn't sure if he was really concerned, or just wanted to get in my pants.
"Not on your life." I instead sat down on the hard cement floor, which was just as hot as the air around me. Ice stretched out over his bed and moved to the edge, propping his head up with one hand. He gazed at me for some time.
"You b' really stupid, little girl." I glared at him, but couldn't help but wonder what he meant.
"How long d' you tink dat dis will last?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked suspiciously.
"De Teen Titans. I mean, sure its been fun, but it cant b' de rest of your life." He bent his head over the side of the bed, close to mine.
"What do you do, when dere b' no more bad guy? When de city don b' needin saving anymore?" I was stunned. I had never thought of this before. My face fell, lighting Ices fire to continue.
"Ice used t' have de same problem," he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. "Ice's fater was a good man, a criminal, but he loved Ice. My moter was different. He hated Ice. Den, one day; a rival gang shot my fater. When he b' gone, Ice had non reason to stay, so Icy run at age turteen."
My eyes widened, tying to imagine being on my own at thirteen, but refused to let Ice see my concern.
"Ice would have died on his own, but my faters gang took Ice in, taut Ice everting he know. Den Ice move to America, making a few stops on de way." He smiled, remembering back to all crimes he had committed. Then his face turned serious, he tuned his head to look at me.
"Dere b' a time," he whispered softly, "When de alien girls go home t' deir planets. When de metal man and de green go t' dere families. Even de wonder boy has a place t' return t'." He reached out and stroked my cheek with his index finger. I glanced to the ground, feeling sick from reality.
"Where d' you go? You have non home." He leaned over farther; so close our lips were brushing slightly.
"I can offer you dat Naomi." I pulled back in surprise. He had never called me Naomi before. I had always been little girl or Cher, but he had never called me by my name before. My stomach sank as I realized he was serious about me.
"I don't know," I whispered as I rose to my feet and sat next to him on the bed. I felt the bed shift as he squirmed up beside me.
"You could move t' nother city," he said softly, "But den what happen when your new friends leave for deir homes as well?" I felt his warm breath in my ear. "You and I... we don' have homes. And I will always b' dere for you when de world turn its back on you." I felt him nibble on my ear lobe. I turned my head to tell him off, but his lips enclosed mine before I could say a word.
I won't lie, I felt nice to be kissed, especial when I was feeling so bad. Then the next thing I knew, I had halve of Ices body on top of mine, just kissing me. My eyes flew open and I tried to push him off, but he was way to into what he was doing to notice. I managed to wrestle my lips away from his for a split second.
"Get off!!"
Ice stopped and stared at me, utterly bewildered.
"Get off?" he repeated confusedly, as if he had never heard those to word together before. I caused vines to sprout from the ceiling and wrap around his arms, yanking him off me. I rolled off the bed and landed with a thump on the floor. I scrambled to me feet.
"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Me. Again," I hissed one word at a time. The look of bewilderment on Ices face was replaced with hurt as I stormed out of the cell.
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I rolled over and stared up at my dark ceiling. Star and Raven had long since gone to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my digital clock. The neon red numbers shown 2:47 in the morning. I sighed and rolled out of bed and walked to my window and looked out the window.
The full moon shown over the dark blue water. The ripples in the pure blue water collected the silvery light from the moon. What would I do when I could no longer look out over these waters? Were would I go when my friends were only memories? When the tower was no longer my home?
I looked past the water to the city. They won't always need me. I need them more than they need me. I tore my gaze from the window and leaned on my wall and shut my eyes. I wanted comfort. Not from Star or Raven, who would just make up excused in attempt to make me feel better. I wanted someone who would tell me the truth. I wanted...
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"And please turn off the security cameras." I commanded Agent Calvin. He sighed disapprovingly at me, but obeyed me. I thanked him and traveled down the tunnel to Ices cell. I felt once again the hot air greet me as I pushed into his dark prison cell.
I shut the door behind me softly, so I wouldn't wake him up. I looked to the cot where Ice laid sleeping.
He had unzipped his orange prison uniform halve way, and folded it down so his naked upper halve was free of it. I tried imagining sleeping in the boiling hell. I took a few cautious steps closer.
He was lying on his stomach with his arms stretched above his head, which was tilted to the side. I just stood there, watching him sleep, not wanting to wake him. But even unconscious, he could sense my presents. He slowly his eyes and blinked sleepily. His eyes focused on me and he smiled sadly.
"Icy tought dat he was dreaming but non, peu d'ange really b' here." He rolled on to his back with his arms still above his head and he yawned. "What b' de reason you come t' visit Ice?" I dropped to my knees and rested my chin on the edge of his bed.
"Can't sleep." I said simply. He sighed and scooted over to make room on his bed for me. With out really thinking about it, I climbed into his bed.
He lay on his side with his arms open. I lay down and sank into his embrace. I let my body conform to the curve of his chest. He wrapped one arm over my waist and let his index finger trace small circles around my belly button.
"Why can't you sleep cheer?"
"I don't know... just been thinking about what you said."
"Dats what you get for tinking." I let a small smile penetrate my face, but Ice couldn't see it. But he must have sensed it because he tightened his protective grip around me.
"I've just..." I suddenly rolled over to face him, "I don't know."
"You b' scared little girl." Ice said simply. I couldn't look him in the eye. He lifted his arm away from me and lifted up my chin with one finger. He finally coxed me to look him in his eyes.
"Naomi?" he whispered. He only called my by my name when he was really serious about something.
"Yes Giovanni?" he smiled at the sound of his name.
"I will always b' dere t' take care of you, love." Then something clicked in my brain. I pushed myself out of his embrace. I fell out of the bed and landed on my butt, with a thoughtful expression on my face.
"Cher?" Ice asked with a smile, I must have looked pretty funny sitting on the ground like that.
"Wait," I said. I looked up to him, "I don't need you at all." His expression changed to pain.
"What?" he asked weakly. I stood up and smoothed out my skirt.
"Why am I so worried?" I asked myself out loud, "I can take care of myself. It's no big. Ice stood up wide-eyed, his uniform slipping down a little farther than it should have in the presents of a girl.
"Naomi," he begged, "We-"
"There is no 'we'." He shook his head and mouthed the word 'no' to me.
"You" I said pointing to him, "Are a criminal. I am the opposite. I catch criminals."
"Giovanni can change! I swear! I .... I can."
"No, you cant, you are what you are. You will always be the enemy. You will always be in here, and I will always be out there."
He had this expression one his face I had never seen before; I could practically hear his heart ripping in two. I don't know why I was being so mean to him.
Think I need to. I had to convince myself that I hated him.
"Au revoir Giovanni," I said as I turned to leave.
"No! You cant..." he reached out to grab my arm, but I slammed the door behind me. I could hear his cries of anguish in the other side of the door. I stopped and looked to the barricade between us.
I lifted my hand and pressed it to it. It was so simply. All I had to do is open the door. Then I could be with him.
I'd be able to touch and kiss him, as he would stroke my back. I could run my hands through his dark hair as his tongue could explore mine. I'd be able to look into his gray eyes and cause him something other than pain.
Suddenly a picture of Beastboy popped into my brain. I shut my eyes. If it were the other way around, if it was I locked up in there, Ice wouldn't even have to think about. He wouldn't hesitate to come to me. I slipped my hand off the door.
"I cant do it Ice," I whispered, "I'm not like you. I have obligations." I exhaled roughly as I listened to Ice moan painfully in French behind the door. He moaned my name over and over.
My heart gave a painful squeeze as I listened to his cries. I couldn't. I just couldn't. If I did, people would find out. The Titans would be over. It could ruin everything for my friends.
So I just... left.
StArRy- well, now you know why it is under the category of drama. The next chapter will be funnier so be prepared. Sorry it took my so fucking long to update. I've been super busy all week, but this weekend I'm going to post a ton of chappies.